Top Of The Top Lyrics

Violation

Trap Bush, Caton Side

Look

Top of the top, I'm from the bottom of the bottom

I don't argue with niggas

Every oppa nigga saw a nigga, I get money

You ain't touching no paper, you got a problem

How you broke but hating on the next nigga

You niggas wilding, free my niggas on the island

This shit from off the top, I'm freestyling

I just spent like $20,000 on designer

Since a kid I had a man up, I ain't have time to be childish

All a nigga know is violence, I grew up on different timing we was slidin

Before the Benihanas, it was ramen

Before we told the truth, we was lyin

A nigga used to try, I got sick of tired of tryin

I ain't rappin', I'm venting, coincidentally, it be rhymin

Niggas dissin', we gon' find him, I ain't politickin

Why you think I keep a-smiffin'

In and out of different cities, runnin' through like hella digits

Move round with the same niggas, you'll never catch me switchin

30 in my drawer, While eating finger lickin', I ain't slippin

Cuzzo did a bid, but he back home, that nigga still with it

He won't hesitate to bang on a nigga like Blake Griffin

Walkin' with the pound, but I ain't weightliftin

BREEZE SZN was different, but now I'm on some other shit, I'm shapeshiftin

Never fold, can't be in my circle if you ever told I talk money

Don't understand me, you need Rosetta Stone, my whip different

Younger than me, your shit be hella old

Hella stones all on my teeth, my shit be hella cold

You niggas tight, but your bitch love me

And I don't even wanna fuck, cuz your bitch ugly

Different year, different whips, bank account lookin' lit

Niggas pissed, now I see why niggas wanna brush me

You niggas funny, got me mad weak

Runnin' shit like track meets

Grew up in the trenches, bumpin' mad Meek

Team full of shooters and pitchers, but we ain't athletes

Niggas dissin', niggas hatin', you niggas mad weak

Never hidin', I ain't hard to find

You niggas cappin' on them phones, got the feds tappin' y'all mama line

You don't wanna turn your mama crib into the Columbine

Been lookin' for you niggas for so long, that shit got me tired

I watch who I talk around, cuz niggas wearin' wires

Like it's their attire

Bro a shooter, no he not a fighter

I'm a cool nigga, but you know I gotta keep that fire

Streets turn me to a cold-hearted nigga and a liar

But to my circle, I'ma tell the truth

Feds grab me up, I ain't sayin' shit, gotta keep it mute

Buy my bitch whatever she wants, she gotta keep it cute

I ain't never been no crash dummy

Started from the bottom, I ain't have money

Niggas hatin', same ones that had mommy and dad money

Silver spoon, I ain't have a choice, I had to be a goon

OCD a nigga out of place, just know I gotta broom

Prayin' with my mama, we both hope that I'ma make it soon

Cuz I ain't have a plan B nigga since I came out the womb

Clip look like a half a moon, stuffed with 7.62's

Niggas a die for clout until they really make the news

And if I win, the homies win, can never see them lose

I'm like LeBron, I done it all, ain't nothin' left to prove

I'm bipolar, it ain't about money, I'm in a different mood

Grew up hot-headed, I got missing screws

I ain't the one to joke around

Treat him like fractions, he get broken down

Rest in peace, my nigga Slim, I miss havin' to loc around

You niggas broke, y'all be out here chillin

Tryna mope around, potato on the Glock

It's hella choppers when I roll around